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Come all you quiet, skinned and defeated
Grow your mind wild to be sold and depleted
Put on your finest clothes to pray
Hell is full, heaven, too pricey to pay
I don't need nothing but my skin and my bone
while the heart in my chest will beat quiet and slow
And all along we'd just draw our guns
to find a reasons to draw some blood
Broken bodies, wooden hearts
tall tell stories, abandon cars
All my glory I never kept
bathed in folly, a small mistep
And I wait for the day to come
when I bite through my judas tongue
Bury yourself under money and faith
till the pressure's so great you cannot be saved
The serpent of eden is here and alive
but now he's a made man in a suit and tie
5 stones, no, a bullet to the head
bravery measured by the count of dead
I don't give a damn if it's wrong or right
If the money is good, I'll take either side
Reach your hand out and pick the fruit
fallen and rotten are of no value (use)
take a deep breath fill your lungs with ghosts
Your eyes will grow and your mind will unfold
In the end of days when nothing is clean
You'll take your babe to the mountain's peak
I'll close my eyes and remain the same
My judas tongue is all to blame.
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